Tale of A Widow

Your Obedient Servant

How does Hamilton, an arrogant immigrant, orphan
Bastard, whoreson

Alexander flinched, remembering the words those on the island of Nevis used to say to him. Although he wasn't quite used to not hearing them, it felt worse when it came from someone he was close friends with. Then again, were the two friends?

Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy
A man he's despised since the beginning
Just to keep me from winning?

I had my reasons, Alex thought sadly.

I wanna be in the room where it happens
The room where it happens
The room where it happens
You've kept me from the room where it happens
For the last time

Dear Alexander
I am slow to anger
But I toe the line
As I reckon with the effects
Of your life on mine
I look back on where I failed
And in every place I checked
The only common thread has been your disrespect

"So you're blaming me?" Alex asked. Burr ignored him.

Now you call me "amoral"
A "dangerous disgrace"
If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face
I have the honour to be your obedient servant
A dot Burr

Mr. Vice President
I am not the reason no one trusts you
No one knows what you believe
I will not equivocate on my opinion
I have always worn it on my sleeve

"One of my biggest flaws," Alex admitted to the shock of some.

Even if I said what you think I said
You would need to site a more specific grievance
Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Jesus

Hey, I have not been shy
I am just a guy in the public eye
Tryna do my best for our republic, I don't wanna fight
But I won't apologize for doing what's right
I have the honour to be your obedient servant
A dot Ham

I don't like where this is going, Washington thought. Not one bit.

Careful how you proceed, good man
Intemperate indeed, good man
Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man

"Wait..." Martha murmured. "You two aren't going to...?" Aspen merely nodded.

Burr, your grievance is legitimate
I stand by what I said, every bit of it
You stand for yourself, it's what you do
I can't apologize because it's true

Then stand, Alexander
Weehawken, dawn
Guns drawn

You're on

"No," Philip begged, as did Peggy, Angelica and Martha.

I have the honour to be your obedient servant
A dot Ham
A dot Burr

"They don't do they?" Peggy begged. Those who knew stayed quiet, a sombre mood now taking over the group of people.